Augustine - Guts (Official Audio)

Guts Counting ticks from the clock It's a morning too modest She's finding parts of my face Funny looking and anxious It's a cruel world before the eyes of these posh innocents I would use her to stay alive if the ground were to bend And baby pulls her hair for a Vicodin She falls flat on the bed again Mutters something about the end While covering her eyes with both her hands I on the other hand I feel fine with the way I am I awoke to her elegance I’ve figured out a way to make amends ”Could you cut open all of my chest I'm already too restless Of course I'm feeling depressed Find a way we could use it” It's a cruel world before the eyes of these posh innocents I would use her to stay alive if the ground were to bend And baby pulls her hair for a Vicodin She falls flat on the bed again Mutters something about the end While covering her eyes with both her hands I, on the other hand I feel fine with the way I am I awoke to her elegance I’ve figured out a way to make amends My my my We’re pretenders We’re beaming We’re the sign of our time My my Oh whatever Written by Augustine / Rassmus Björnson / Agrin Rahmani / Gabriel Dahlbeck Shot with Sony A7SII and FE 24–70 mm f2,8 GM Follow Augustine on... Spotify: https://spoti.fi/2TnXR1x Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/picturesofaugustine/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/augustineposts Twitter: https://twitter.com/augustineposts © 2019 OKT8 / Genesis Records